When Daddy Is Sleeping Novels & Stories

Author's POV "Daddyyyyyyy" "Daddy, woke up" Little Nathan jumped on Demon's belly and kissed his face. Demon made an annoying face in sleep. Nathan giggled loudly watching his daddy's annoying face. "Daddy, woke up" Nathan said and shook him again. Demon wrapped his arms around his baby boy and starts tickling him. "D...Daddy stop please" Nathan said while laughing loudly. Hearing this sweet laugh, Demon opened his eyes and looked at his prince.

The new intern had a habit of calling my husband "Daddy." "Daddy, I am having the worst luck today. Could you please go buy me some feminine products?" "Daddy, I cannot get the zipper on my dress unstuck. Can you help me?" "Daddy, why do you not have my hair tie around your wrist? I think you deserve a punishment. Wear two. Pink ones, okay?" I frowned as irritation simmered beneath the surface. My husband waved it off with a casual smile. "She is just being playful. Do not take it seriously. She is young and enjoying the novelty. She will get over it soon enough." I said nothing. I waited until the night of the company’s annual gala. She suddenly stumbled in front of everyone and fe

Dawn blinked, not fully grasping what Dylan said. "Now go to bed, sweetie. Your father is home," Tatiana said. "Goodnight, Mom, Dad. I love you so much," Dylan yawned and left for his room. However, Dawn wrapped her tiny arms around Cassius's neck. She mumbled with sleepy eyes, "I want to sleep in Daddy's arms. I miss daddy." Tatiana's eyes welled up at the sight. She was getting emotional again. Dawn fell asleep within two minutes and was taken to bed with the help of Butler Conrad.

compliment from my bestie's dad? He adjusts my neck and pats my bare shoulders. "Now let's take you home". Yes daddy, take me home! Then I fell asleep. Only to be startled awake when I feel my back dropping to the fluffy three seater couch in their tiny living room. "Mr Martinez?" "Sweetheart, you're awake. I'm sorry I woke you" he says as he pats my hair, making me fight to stay back awake. But we are just too close for me to want to lose myself to sleep.

“ fuck- daddy ! “ I cried out as I felt my walls clenching before something exploded. I was cumming once again on his fingers. My fingers tightly fisted the sheets as my back arched feeling overwhelmed. My eyes were glossy as I looked at him with my tired, sleepy eyes. “ that’s right. Sleep for daddy, good girl “ I slowly blinked before my body fell limp. I was too tired to move a muscle. My eyes slowly closed as I slowly fell asleep in the embrace of my hot uncle whom I called daddy too. I was doomed.

"Cuddle up with Daddy now and let's get some sleep." "Okay. I'll be a good girl." "You always are, babydoll." Angel purred in response and snuggled up close to her naked father. He began to drift off to the feeling of her tracing patterns on his chest with the tip of her finger. He could feel the best night's sleep he'd had in years coming on, and then the girl whispered one more time. "Daddy? My pussy's on fire now." V

Falling asleep with his silk tie knotted softly around my throat like a claim. I shift carefully. Every muscle between my legs aches in the most delicious way, a reminder that last night actually happened. I am sore, sticky with dried cum and juice, and completely naked except for the tie still loosely looped around my neck. The arm tightens, pulling me back against a hard, naked chest. “Good morning, little one,” Daddy rumbles against my ear, voice rough with sleep. His cock is already half-hard against my ass. I whimper softly. “Morning, Daddy.”

As a result, his eyes suddenly turned cold. They quickened their pace and arrived at daddy’s bedroom. Jay had already sat up, but he did not feel too energetic at that moment. “Daddy, wake up!” Baby Robbie and Baby Zetty clambered up to their daddy’s bed, rolling all over it like balls in a ball house. Jenson sniffed around and caught a fading floral scent. He registered that smell in the air. “Daddy, did you sleep well last night?” asked Jenson.

I called out softly, my voice still husky from sleep and moaning. No answer. I smiled to myself, assuming he was making breakfast like he sometimes did on lazy Saturday mornings. I slipped out of bed completely naked, my perky 32B tits bouncing slightly as I padded downstairs toward the kitchen, my round ass swaying. The cool air made my nipples harden instantly. But when I stepped into the living room, I froze. Daddy was sitting in his big armchair like a king, wearing only a pair of loose gray sweatpants, his thick cock already half-hard and tenting the fabric. But he wasn’t alone.

Charlotte's POV The moment my fingers touched my cheek, tears started rolling down. In my last life, even if I caused big trouble, Layson would just pat my head and pretend to scold me. But now, he had actually slapped me. My werewolf blood gave me faster regenerative powers than most humans, but it didn't ease the pain on my face. This wasn't just physical pain—it felt like a blade striking at my soul. That night, when I went back to my room, I got word that my documents were ready. I called my father. "Dad, could you book me a train ticket for tomorrow night? I want to leave as soon as possible."